Lyrical Breakdown of Lord Intended (feat. Justin Hawkins) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lord Intended (feat. Justin Hawkins)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how De La Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Lord Intended (feat. Justin Hawkins)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that De La Soul employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to De La Soul's narrative.

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Here come the mic dude, so just walk Hey guys, I got your mics About time What up, man? Who's mic one? That's me And mic two? Thanks Let's go Let me get this door for you Good luck, guys One two, one two (Hey) Yo Mase, you ready? Mase is ready! Yo, y'all ready Yeah, they ready We 'bout to burn this shit down Yo, there's a fire in the kitchen, it's like nine cooks The Kool-Aid got spiked with porcupines, look Rode into Rigo, this ain't a fast track Your tickets ain't straight, TSA your ass back NASDAQ, IBM, the big honcho on the block Bitch, I be him The rock mega death, we gonna kill the Kane Fuck everyone, bitch, bring everything Swing like a mandolin, this ain't a sex toy This ain't Spanish Fly, this hot shit Push the dagger in the devil's eye Slick Rick, yo, get the big dick, yo Blow the dust covers, pick the age on it A nose full, sniff a Rose Bowl full New game, new players, new year The hardest rock shit you gon' hear You can save your soul If we are no more Suffer the consequences We are the way the Lord intended Her ass, she got it from her momma Tits from the doctor Fingers fiddlin' the puss' She looks like an Octa Fresh off the pole, hanging from her hook I'm in her Grassy Knoll to hit Just to say that I cocked her (click, click) My hardware is progressive My sex crime language is leaning on obsessive The Lord looking down, judging The room needs smudging But I'm over your stars screaming "The moon ain't budging" Ain't from Hollis, don't need to tell you who is But who in here raisin' hell? They be like, "You, kid" I'm ambidextrous, liken to Dexter Murderous lyrical blood splatter over the texture We live by that code, not to regret living Electric guitar sparks and ignites gun powder A sabbath ain't black enough to call my bluff, bitch The kill switch just turns it louder You can save your soul If we are no more Suffer the consequences We are the way the Lord intended Fuck everyone Burn everything Leaving an impression Not just a dented legacy Fuck everyone Burn everything you see Not just clinging to the planet Powerless to avoid The cataclysmic impact of a massive asteroid (Fuck everyone, burn everything) Fuck everyone, burn everything Never to surrender to the cosmic schadenfreude Of only meeting your creator On the day you are destroyed (Fuck everyone, burn everything) Just as the Lord intended (Just as the Lord intended) (Fuck everyone, burn everything) (Fuck everyone, burn everything) (Fuck everyone, burn everything) Burn everything (Fuck everyone, burn everything) Burn everything (Fuck everyone, burn everything)